Some days when the sun refuses to shine I close my eyes and drift with the season. Strong winds, pelting rain, gentle breezes, soft sunshine. All in all it has been an early spring to remember.
I have come to the point in my life when I have to write notes on a calendar and remind myself what happened when. A journal of sorts you might say. When did we see the four wood ducks on the pond? Was it March 6th? Or a late as the 23rd? When did I see the first peek of a violet in my western sloping field....on the 13th...or the 5th? And when did we hear the turkey gobble...the 25th..or maybe later?
Does it really matter? No, it doesn't, but for me it helps make sense of the onward march of day to day and season to season. Morel hunting, the first greens that can be picked, the tender flowers adorning fruit trees not yet bitten by a late frost and snow.
Life on my hill in Luna is a chance to detach from the world that hurries by and counts its days and hours by clicking and ticking of the phone and the clock. Unplugged from my electronics I relish the surprise I find with sunrise, noon and quiet evening. Stars mark my seasons, the moon's shape the months, the sun a constant reminder of time of day. Why do I need a calendar or clock?
Close my eyes, hear the sounds of nature all around me. Content to be here in solitude. Just to drift with the season.
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